But was Lucas the type to swallow a grievance in silence?
Absolutely not.
The thought of another man laying a hand on his wife made him seethe.
He wanted nothing more than to crush the man outright, but that felt too merciful.
A slow, agonizing demise—like being flayed alive with a blunt knife—was the only thing that would satisfy him.
Seated in his office chair, he coldly dialed Drake, who was at the hospital.
His voice was icy, each word deliberately measured.
"Speed up the timeline.
I want that family's company to be bankrupt within six months."
Drake was taken aback.
The original plan was to acquire the Corporation over a year, systematically destroying Dyson's foothold in paris.
Why the sudden change after just one night?
Puzzled, he furrowed his brow slightly.
"Did something happen?
Why the rush all of a sudden?
I thought you wanted to let them enjoy their little moment of happiness first."
Lucas's eyes darkened, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
